Chapter 10

Frankie turns to face him, stepping in front of me as though he’s trying to shield me. “Iknowthat! But you remind me of the biggest mistake of my life, so I need you to leave. I’ll text you.”

“When?”

“I don’t know. Whenever I can look at your face again without wanting to throw up.”

Dylan’s eyes narrow and he purses his lips. “Classy. Real classy, Franklin.”

Frankie’s breath hitches, but his spine stays straight as an iron rod. With a last glare at both of us, Dylan sweeps out of the kitchen and makes sure to slam the door when he leaves.

As the echo rings out in our apartment, Frankie’s shoulders sag. “I’m a terrible person,” he chokes out.

Unable to resist touching him any longer, I lay my palm between his shoulder blades. “You’re not. You’re human, like the rest of us.”

“I’ve got enough flaws to prove it.”

“We all do.”

“But not all people cheat on the love of their life.”

My gut tightens. “No.”